Yesterday morning I had the nerves on the right side of my back burned to hopefully end my 3years of back pain. I was completely out when I left the dr. office because I don't remember several things that happened afterward. Anyway wasn't suppose to drive for 12 hours but my husband had to be at the dr. at the same time I needed to pick up my granddaughter from school. Too make sure I didn't forget her because of brain fog I dropped my husband off assuring him I was ok to drive. Actually was at the school 45 minutes early, however 10 minutes before she got out I suddenly realized I had to go to the restroom (please note I'm currently on folfiri). Realizing their was no way I could make the walk inside the school or to the outside park lavatory, I decided to drive the 2 miles to my sons house thinking as long as I don't stand up I could hold it in. WHAT WAS I THINKING!!!! By the time I got there it was flowing like a river of poop. By the time I got in the house it was starting to run into my shoes. OMG I'm at my sons home dripping more and more with every step. It was so bad I had no choice but to take a shower to wash me and my clothes. Suddenly remembered I was suppose to pick my granddaughter up. Fortunately my shirt was saved so I grabbed a hot pink towel wrapped it around my waist and off I ran to pick her up. Grabbed another towel to cover seat until I could get it cleaned and ran out of the house. Forgetting to lock doors or anything got to car and guess what no keys. Not thinking bend over looking in floorboard for keys when I hear a honk and realize I was giving the world a bulls eye target of my bottom. Mind you this is just down from a middle school and kids were heading my direction to get home. After my little panic attack it dawns on my they are in my pant pockets. Finally get back to school 15 minutes late and no granddaughter. Panic, oh dear Lord I can't go into the school like this, fortunately I saw her teacher and screamed where is she. She had gone to the office to call me, I found her without further problems. Then had to go get my husband from dr, all he did was stare at me then finally stated "thought you said you were okay to drive". Hope this wasn't to much TMI but thought I would share everyone I told has had a good laugh and if there's anything we need on this site it's some humor. Blessing to all of you.
52 Yr. old Female, DX July 2010
Stage IV CC, 21 mets to liver, 1 to lungs
12 Rounds Folfox
To date no surgeries
Been on Avastin only since Mar. 2011
I WILL SURVIVE WITH GOD'S HELP!